Meng Xiaozhi Sugar Core

"Are you okay?" Tang Xin asked me tremblingly.

"It seems like something is wrong..." I tried to stand up, but the severe pain in my right wrist made me cry instantly.

After falling from the high platform in the back row with Tang Xin, my hands touched the ground first, and then after sliding a short distance, my back hit the leg of the seat. Now my whole body hurts terribly, but I didn't cry. I think I am very strong.

"Xiao Meng, don't scare me..." Tang Xin gently got out of my arms and knelt beside me, her face pale, "Where does it hurt?"

"My hands...and my back, my whole body hurts." I gritted my teeth, gasped, and tried to hold on.

"Little girl, are you okay?" The driver was probably scared to death and ran over to try to help me up.

"Don't touch her!" Tang Xin's face was ferocious, and she shouted fiercely. I remembered that the last time Tang Xin was so angry was when she saved me. "Call an ambulance! If you touch her, it will be a secondary injury!"

"Oh... OK!" The driver came to his senses after being yelled at, and hurriedly called 120 with his mobile phone, "Hello, 120, someone is injured on the bus in front of XX community..."

"Yes... call Teacher Song... call Teacher Song."

Tang Xin took the phone out of my pocket and was stunned.

"The screen is broken..."

The pain was slightly relieved, but I started to get scared. Could it be that my spine was broken? That would be fatal. But my feet seemed to still have feeling, so my spine could still be saved. But this time, something serious seemed to have happened to my right hand. It hurt so much! The slightest movement was enough to make me cry.

"Why are you so stupid..." Tang Xin couldn't stop crying.

I forced a smile at her, trying to comfort her but I didn't have the energy to speak.

The passengers around had already run away. After calling 120, the driver got out of the car to argue with a man. Tang Xin and I were the only ones left in the car.

"By the way, call your aunt!" Tang Xin picked up her cell phone and dialed her aunt's number.

Twenty minutes later, I was put on a stretcher and taken to the city hospital.

"You're lucky." The doctor said with a smile, holding my X-ray.

"Huh, is it nothing serious?" The aunt who had just entered the ward was very nervous, but after hearing the doctor's words, she felt relieved.

"Well, the spine is not damaged, but the right hand has some fractures. There are some soft tissue contusions all over the body. Overall, there is no big problem." The doctor nodded and said, "However, if it is a fracture, it still needs to be put in a plaster cast. Although no surgery is required, you still have to rest and cannot use your right wrist for a few months."

"Ah? This..." Aunt's face suddenly turned pale, "But our Xiaomeng is in the third year of high school this year."

"Unfortunately, there is nothing we can do. Unless you are not worried about the sequelae caused by poor bone healing." The doctor shook his head helplessly, "Stay in the hospital for a day for observation. If you can walk on your own tomorrow, you can go home."

"Okay, thank you."

My aunt had no choice but to give up. After thanking me, she sat down beside my bed.

"Hey, tell your aunt what's going on between you two."

Tang Xin's eyes were red since she entered the hospital, and she held my other hand tightly. When my aunt asked her what happened, she couldn't hold back her tears.

"Don't cry, it's not your fault." I regained some strength and was finally able to move. I reached out to wipe her tears, then turned to my aunt and said, "The bus braked suddenly and we fell down because we didn't stand firmly."

"Why are you so careless?" Aunt frowned.

"It was too hasty. We were not prepared at all. It seemed like we were hit by a scammer." I sighed. "The bus braked and we stood up to get off. We didn't grab the handrail and fell from the back seat to the front seat."

"Does it hurt?" My aunt wanted to say something, but swallowed it back. After holding it in for a long time, she asked me two words.

"It's okay, just a little bit at the beginning." I shook my head, not wanting to make my aunt worry.

"It hurts so much that I can't speak." Tang Xin choked up, "It's all my fault. If I hadn't insisted on going to Teacher Song's house, we wouldn't have gotten on that bus. If we hadn't gotten on that bus, Xiaomeng wouldn't have gotten hurt..."

My aunt laughed and said, "Don't blame yourself for this. Who could have predicted this?"

"Something happened to my Xiaomeng?!" Bang, the door of the ward was pushed open heavily, and Teacher Song appeared at the door, panting.

"Miss, please don't make loud noises in the ward!" A passing nurse hurriedly stopped her, "I know you are anxious, but please don't disturb other patients' normal rest."

"Oh... I'm sorry." Teacher Song has always been a well-mannered person. After what happened today, he naturally felt a little embarrassed. His face turned red and he apologized repeatedly and walked in.

"Siyue, what's going on?" When Teacher Song came in and saw me lying on the bed with a plaster cast on my leg, his face suddenly turned gloomy.

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I woke up in the morning feeling dizzy.

Chapter 178: Teacher Song’s Difficulties

"...That's probably what happened."

My aunt told me the whole story with some exaggeration, and Teacher Song was so thrilled that it was almost as thrilling as a Hollywood blockbuster.

"You guys are here to see me?" Teacher Song was a little embarrassed. "So the cause is still mine?"

"No, it was me." Tang Xin lowered her head and admitted her mistake, "I was the one who dragged Xiaomeng to visit Teacher Song's house."

"What do you want from me?"

"Teacher Song suddenly stopped coming to class, and I want to know why." Tang Xin didn't intend to lie anymore and confessed her purpose.

"You're not going to lie and say you want to see Xiaobai?" I teased with a smile.

"Xiao Meng!" Seeing me expose her, Tang Xin's face instantly turned red, "Not really, seeing Xiao Bai is also one of the purposes!"

Seeing this scene, Teacher Song didn't know what to say. She was very touched by the students' care, but this care seemed a little too heavy.

"I don't know how I can bear it when you guys worry so much about Teacher Song." Teacher Song said helplessly.

"Teacher Song, why did the school say you were on a business trip when you clearly weren't?" Tang Xin asked

"Oh, do you really want to know?" Teacher Song sighed.

Tang Xin nodded.

"Do you still remember the day when classes resumed after the typhoon came?" Teacher Song narrated slowly.

...

"Teacher Song, did you really make the report call?" Director Huang was stunned. When he rushed out, it was too late.

"Yes, I did. What's wrong?" Teacher Song spread his hands.

"Oh my aunt, don't you know that our principal just came to our school?" Director Huang was so anxious that his facial features were almost squeezed together.

"I know. So what?" Teacher Song looked righteous and fearless.

"Oh my God, do you know who the principal who is coming this time is?" Director Huang was so anxious that he stamped his feet.

"What's the origin?"

"He was chosen by the director of the Education Bureau for promotion. He came here to be the principal for a few years and then went directly to the Education Bureau to be a leader. You are ruining his future by doing this."

"Oh, a future is built on sacrificing students' health?" Teacher Song said with a sneer.

"Alas, you are still too young! Even if rectification is made this time, how could you not know the Education Bureau and the principal? How could it be that there is no relationship? It would be normal for them to make things difficult for you at that time?" Director Huang shook his head repeatedly, "Why don't you understand!"

"Why should I be afraid of him, no matter what he does to me!" Although Teacher Song said this, she felt a little nervous in her heart. As a rookie, she had little social experience, and it was normal for young people to do impulsive things.

"Oh, forget it. I'll do my best. You go back first." Director Huang waved his hand impatiently, telling Teacher Song to go back.

Although the Education Bureau, Environmental Protection Department, and relevant government departments organized personnel to visit the school on the same day and found problems, and it was not suitable for classes, so the students were allowed to go home for the holiday. However, after the students went home, an emergency meeting was held.

The content of this meeting was actually nothing special. The main idea was to criticize Teacher Song's behavior. What was disgusting was that throughout the meeting, although the principal said that the school should put students first and prevent such things from happening in the future, he was actually making innuendos and making fun of Teacher Song, which made Teacher Song very uncomfortable. The glances from the entire meeting made her feel her self-esteem was damaged.

After the official resumption of classes, Teacher Song received another notice asking her to stop teaching because she was not qualified enough to teach senior high school students. This kind of notice, which was obviously meant to disgust her, made Teacher Song furious. But she couldn't come up with any good solution at once.

"Bang!" Teacher Song slammed the notice onto Director Huang's desk. "Why is this?"

"Teacher Song, this is really not what I meant. The principal and the school secretary lost face in the last incident. They want to make trouble for you, isn't it just about this document?" Director Huang sat at his desk with a helpless look on his face.

"I'll go find the principal!" Teacher Song picked up the notice and turned to walk out.

"No, no, no!" Director Huang quickly held her back, "Xiao Song, everyone can see your strength, how could they not know it? I have already pleaded for you in front of the school leaders. I guess they will at most symbolically let you take a half-month vacation so that you can reflect on yourself and give you a warning. If you run into trouble again at this time, I really can't protect you!"

"I..." Teacher Song still couldn't swallow this breath, "But what if they don't let me teach this class?"

"Then wait for the next term. You've only been here for a little over two years, so you have a long career ahead of you!"

Unable to swallow this breath, Song Yaxin clenched her fists and returned to her office. She couldn't remember how long it had been since she was so angry. She even burst into tears. She was about to dial the phone, but then she put it back.

Isn't it too childish to make this call now? I can't let my grandfather look down on me. I can still remember clearly how my grandfather laughed at me for being too childish during the Chinese New Year a few years ago. It would be too childish to ask my grandfather to help just for such a small matter.

...

"You all know what happened afterwards." Teacher Song finished the whole story calmly. "Now that I think about it, I don't regret what I did that day. If any students got sick because of the school environment, I would never forgive myself."

"So that's how it is..." Tang Xin felt deeply powerless after hearing the story. After all, for us high school students, it is impossible to intervene in such matters.

"Your teacher Song has been calling me every day to complain during those days, and my phone has run out of battery every time I get home!" my aunt joked.

"Hehe," Teacher Song touched his head embarrassedly, "Actually, it's pretty good to rest at home these few days. I went for a walk along the county river with Xiaobai, and went to your aunt Siyue's company to use the air conditioning. I suddenly have free time, which is quite happy."

"Let's not talk about me anymore. Let's talk about Li Xiaomeng now. What should we do with her hand?" Teacher Song frowned again. "If she can't write for two or three months, it will be a big problem!"

"Yeah, my niece is going to have big problems in her senior year of high school!"

"Xiao Meng..."

"Don't look at me like that, it makes me so stressed!" The three people looked at me on the bed with worry, which made me feel very nervous. "Although my right hand is injured, I can write with my left hand!"

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After work, there will be a lot of interpersonal relationships to deal with, which is very annoying.

Chapter 180 Two or Three Things in the Ward

"Open your mouth~"

Tang Xin mixed the rice and vegetables together, put them on a spoon, and fed them to me.

"Ah~"

I came to eat the hospital lunch again, and it seemed to taste much better than last year, especially when Tang Xin fed me.

"You're still thinking about writing with your left hand! I have to feed you even when you eat."

"This is different..."

"Open your mouth!"

"Ah~~"

"Look, what's the difference? You still have to use your hands."